"What's for supper?"
The infamous question I ask myself every day. Then I hear it.
Last night the answer was chili.
I could see the polite hesitation in my son's eyes before he inquired, "Your recipe or a new one?"
"Mine."
I was rewarded with a grin.
"I love your chili, mom!"
My turn to grin.
Later, as the chili simmered I was assured it smelled wonderful.
Full bowls were emptied quickly.
Then my junior high son told me, "Your chili is my favorite, mom." But the best part? The quick hug he gave and me, and a glimpse of that boyish twinkle in his eyes.
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I worry...about many things when it comes to my kids, including repetitive meals, so I try to shake it up once in a while.
"No need to worry, mom!"
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